"...I'm very sad. I never thought I would lose one of you one day. After receiving this letter, I hope you can return to Liam City immediately. We still have a lot of work to prepare. Although your brother is gone, in the end, I hope to give him a decent funeral."

The pen tip rubbed the paper, making a rustling sound. With the dim light, Lawrence folded the letter paper and planned to send it to the messenger early tomorrow morning.

After doing all this, he did not go to bed to rest, but blew the lights and sat alone at the table, silent and silent.

Outside the house, the little fat man Harris used his eyes to silently stare at everything in the room. He looked sad and could not accept the news that Sigmun was dead until now.

"I really can't imagine how sad my father would be if I died and got the news." Once again, Harris was extremely grateful for his original choice.

But at this moment, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind.

"How is Mr. Skinder?"

"Who? Who is it?!" Harris was so scared that he almost urinated on the spot. He turned around and saw a figure walking out of the shadow.

"Ashley?" Because he was close to Sigmun, he also knew about Ashley, and of course he could also detect the relationship between the two.

"You...you know everything." He glanced at Ashley and asked tentatively.

"Do you know what, the explosion and fire in the crossroads?"

"Sigmon, Sigmon, he..."

"He wasn't dead, he just couldn't find his way home."

After hearing Ashley's words, Harris opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer, "Woman, it's indeed emotional. That terrible high temperature will even melt the steel, right?"

This is how he couldn't accept the reality for a while. Give her some more time to think about this, and suddenly remembered the prompt from Sigmun that he received before the incident broke out.

"I'll give you this thing, this was temporarily lent to me by Sigmun, so I'll leave it to me as a souvenir... I mean this is Sigmun's thing, anyway, I'll give it to you." Harris explained stumblely, took out the pen from his pocket and handed it out.

"If it weren't for his reminder, I would have died...well, Sigmun saved me anyway."

"Thank you!" Ashley took the pen, looked at the house in Lawrence's darkness, and finally greeted Harris, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

She learned about Cross Street and waited in the apartment for a long time but didn't get information about Sigmon, so she came to Lawrence's residence to check it out.

In Ashley's heart, she never believed that Sigmun was dead, not because she knew something, but a kind of blind trust or paranoia.

How could such a magical man die easily like this?

When she returned to the apartment, the lights in the room were still on. When she entered the living room, she saw Rebecca who was still waiting.

"Ashley, I got news from Mrs. Garral, and she said that the mayor told her that Sigmun, Sigmun was in the cross street explosion this afternoon."

"Unfortunately died." The lawyer's lady no longer calmed down and she didn't even notice the crying voice in her voice.

After hearing the news, Rebecca only felt empty in her heart, as if something very important was poached from her heart.

The feeling was strange. A familiar and caring person suddenly disappeared from his life. After the initial confusion, it turned into a kind of at a loss.

Deep down, he was obviously very sad, but Rebecca didn't know how to express it.

"He is not dead." Ashley raised his head with a confident look on his face.

"Listen to me, I know you are very sad. I know your relationship with Sigmun, which makes it difficult for you to accept, but we have to face reality..." Tears fell silently, and Rebecca walked to Ashley.

"He also said yesterday that our afternoon tea needs to be changed, and the desserts after dinner need to be less sugar and more milk..."

Rebecca didn't know what she was saying, she just couldn't express the sadness in her heart.

"I helped him contact a new customer. This time the price is much more than 600 gold pounds. I realized that we have not drunk wine together once, and there is...

"He still owes me a month's rent but hasn't paid..."

Rebecca hugged Ashley, "He was my first friend in this strange city. Now that he is no longer, will you leave?"

Ashley's lips were pursed together, allowing Rebecca to vent her sadness. After a long time, she gently patted Rebecca. The sad lawyer's body softened and fainted.

He carried Rebecca to the bedroom and placed it. Back at the desk, Ashley pulled out the pen tremblingly, and then wrote down Sigmun's name on the white paper.

Sigmun, are you here?

Every second of waiting becomes particularly long.

Breathing and waiting.

Finally, a familiar tremor came, and Ashley couldn't wait to manipulate the pen.

I'm here, Ashley.

Sigmun replied that he knew that the person who wrote the letter opposite was Ashley, because the pen wrote the words that did not exist in this world.

"How are you? Where are you?" Ashley asked impatiently.

"I was caught up in the space turbulence. Now on an island, how is the situation in the city?"

With a heart that was relieved, Ashley quickly passed on the turmoil of Liam City to Sigmun, and also mentioned the reactions of his family and friends.

"Rebecca is very sad, Lawrence also learned the news...I heard that your captain was seriously injured."

"If you know you're still alive, everyone will be very happy."

"No, don't tell anyone for the time being."

"This is very important!" Sigmun emphasized, not that he wanted to do something prank or deceive others' tears, but that the sudden recovery of memories made Sigmun have a different view of Lawrence and Theresa.

He must obtain as much truth as possible before there is a problem with his memory.

Although she was puzzled, Ashley did not ask why. She believed that Sigmun had her own reasons for doing this.

"You have to do me a favor next." Sigmun continued to write.

"I have to find a way to return to Liam City as soon as possible, but first of all, I must figure out where I am. Next, I will tell you the changes in the temperature difference of the geographical environment of the island I am currently in, and the alternation of day and night."

"Don't worry." Ashley instantly understood what Sigmun meant, "I will find an expert in navigation or a professor of geography in the city."

"Based on the information you provide, coupled with the growth of special plants, I think you can roughly determine your location, and the rest will be much easier." Ashley continued to write, already having a complete plan in her mind.

On this night, when Ashley put down the big stone in her heart and discussed plans to escape with Sigmun, in another place in the city, the solemn and solemn morning light church.

Another girl signed her name on the document with a serious look on her face.

There is nothing in this city that I am nostalgic about. Since this is the case, then follow the fate of the previous one and go to Abetus to fulfill the mission of the goddess.
Chapter completed!